Fixer-Uppers, Monday
Ender was... thinking.
He had shelved away all of the memories dug up by that one shocking catastrophe in Kaeleer - it was a survival tactic he'd had to apply many times before. He was used to it. Conscious repression was like an old friend, gentle and patient.
It was Jaenelle his mind was on. Some of the things she'd said, about preserving stories of the dead, but also her own problems. He still felt guilt about not interfering sooner, about not making sure that she didn't have to live with what he did, but there was now precious little he could do.
He shook his head. He got back to work. But at least one of the people he was emailing remarked on how distracted he sounded.
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He had shelved away all of the memories dug up by that one shocking catastrophe in Kaeleer - it was a survival tactic he'd had to apply many times before. He was used to it. Conscious repression was like an old friend, gentle and patient.
It was Jaenelle his mind was on. Some of the things she'd said, about preserving stories of the dead, but also her own problems. He still felt guilt about not interfering sooner, about not making sure that she didn't have to live with what he did, but there was now precious little he could do.
He shook his head. He got back to work. But at least one of the people he was emailing remarked on how distracted he sounded.
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